From The Mind of a Three Year Old
I am Iron Man
The imagination that children have is so amazing. I could have thousands of stories on here if I still had that overflowing imagination. I love to watch and listen to the masterful creativity of my grandchildren. They seamlessly flow from one personality to another. One minute they are transformers and the next they have transformed into spiderman and spidergirl. Then they are some pokémon characters or they are sporting ben 10 watches. They don't really have ben 10 watches but their imagination isn't hindered by that fact. Another one of their games is killing bad zombies to protect the family. Of course some how they come across some nice zombies and they don't have to take them out. I believe this comes from a video game their father plays when they are with him.
Super Girl -- Maid of Might
My grandson has been into being a super hero, and has easily swayed his younger sister to join him. For Halloween he chose Spiderman and his sister was a vampire princess. I believe she had no choice in her costume. I think her father and his girlfriend picked it out. My grandson really wanted to be Ironman but I think he got to wear his half-brother's costume from last year instead. Since they were with them for Halloween last year, we didn't need to get costumes. After Halloween however, my daughter found some costumes for only $2.00 so she bought some for the kids to play dress up. Some costumes were a little big but they will fit later. She found an Ironman costume and a spiderman, supergirl, G.I. Joe, a bumble bee, and a couple of others. This was an awesome investment. They have a blast dressing up as the character they want to be at the time. When the older child outgrows a costume it becomes the younger child's. Then it can go to a cousin or someone else until it falls apart.
Little Bumble Bee Girl
Dressing up is not always done. Often they play as if the older child is the father of the other. For awhile he was calling his sister, "son." It was funny because she didn't care at all. One day his mother pointed out that she was a girl and would be his daughter, so he began calling her daughter. Some times they pile pillows, blankets, and stuffed animals up and call it their garbage. Other times they make beds this way for the animals.
One day my grandson was playing with a telescope and pretended it was a gun and he would shoot at us and say, " I shot you with dirty socks." So I told him I took all of his dirty socks and washed them so he couldn't shoot us with dirty ones anymore. That is when he pretended to make them dirty again and began shooting dirty socks around the house again.
As I watch my grandchildren, I am reminded of one of my nephew's when he was about three. He had quite an active imagination as well. One day while his parents were shopping for furniture he stopped, leaned against an end stand and stated, "This is a good place for a stick-up!" In case you don't know, that was a commercial for Glade Stickup air fresheners. Another time they were driving down the road and he pointed out the window at some guy on a motorcycle and blurted out, "Mom, he's hot blooded!" This of course came from the song, Hot Blooded, by Foreigner. He loved that song and his words to the song were even better. Instead of "check it and see", he sang, "chicken in sea."
As for my own children, there were many interesting events. Once when my daughter was only two and shortly after her brother was born, she decided to show me how good she was at acting. It was quite warm in the house and I was trying to open windows to cool it down. When I got to the master bedroom windows they were swollen shut, so I took a shoe and began whacking the corners of the window to release the seal. In came my daughter and she began carrying on, "No, mommy don't beat me!" If anyone had heard that they would have believed I was going to, but I had my back to her when she entered the room and I didn't even know she was there until she spoke. I still wonder what possessed her to say such a thing. If I was guilty of anything I would have to say it was being too lenient.
Her daughter is another natural born "drama queen." She also has the talent of being able to block her mother's voice out, just as my daughter did to me. One of the times my daughter did this, my sister became concerned. She asked me if my daughter could hear. I laughed and told her that yes, she heard just fine and that she was ignoring me. I knew this because she would react to a sound far off that I wouldn't hear until I noticed her and listened intently to hear it myself. It seemed as if she could hear dog whistles, but could turn it off if it suited her.
Every day my grandchildren amaze me with their creativity and imagination. Often times it feels like we live in "Neverland", because it is so easy to join them in their fantasies. It is also very fun and I believe it keeps us young. I enjoyed my own children too but there was so much that was on my mind then that I couldn't go to "Neverland:" with them. That is what is so great about grandchildren, you learn to relax a little and not let the worries of the day, be just that, "worries."
This makes for better parenting, I believe. It is a shame that more children do not have the blessing of having their grandparents around. Parents are so stressed out that they are not able to fully enjoy their children in this modern world. Many children don't even have their parents as both parents are working a lot of hours each, to try to keep up with "The Jones'." Some have to work two jobs just to make ends meet. They need a little bit of "Neverland," in their lives. It isn't as easy as children make it seem. Relearning to be imaginative and creative is not an easy task, but well worth the results. So I try to get into the mind of a three year old often so I don't forget that feeling again.